Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 54. köideHarper's Magazine Company, 1877 |
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Page 66
... told , Perhaps he would have clutched the old man's gold . For Allanburn , a pious widow's son , Affianced , loved , even to the verge had run A secret course of ruinous excess , Till he was ready , in his dire distress , To fling ...
... told , Perhaps he would have clutched the old man's gold . For Allanburn , a pious widow's son , Affianced , loved , even to the verge had run A secret course of ruinous excess , Till he was ready , in his dire distress , To fling ...
Page 88
... told in public that a fox - glove is Digitalis purpurea in the improved nomen- clature of science , and crow - foot is Ranun - ion for this , and the blind flunkyism which culus sceleratus , and the buckbean is Meny- anthes trifoliata ...
... told in public that a fox - glove is Digitalis purpurea in the improved nomen- clature of science , and crow - foot is Ranun - ion for this , and the blind flunkyism which culus sceleratus , and the buckbean is Meny- anthes trifoliata ...
Page 90
... told an indelicate story , and , finding it palatable to his modest males , had said , ' There , gen- tlemen ; now if female students were ad- mitted here , I could not have told you this amusing circumstance . ' So that it was our ...
... told an indelicate story , and , finding it palatable to his modest males , had said , ' There , gen- tlemen ; now if female students were ad- mitted here , I could not have told you this amusing circumstance . ' So that it was our ...
Page 93
... told him I had a case of catalepsy for him - it wasn't " I know I did ; and I mean to keep say - catalepsy , you know ; but physicians are ing it till people see it . Well , the young fond of Greek : they prefer the wrong Greek man was ...
... told him I had a case of catalepsy for him - it wasn't " I know I did ; and I mean to keep say - catalepsy , you know ; but physicians are ing it till people see it . Well , the young fond of Greek : they prefer the wrong Greek man was ...
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... told my mother was dead . I would have her a few minutes longer . Cornelia read it , and said it was from her . I fell on it and kissed it . The blessed telegram told she was coming home . I was to go to London , and wait for her . " I ...
... told my mother was dead . I would have her a few minutes longer . Cornelia read it , and said it was from her . I fell on it and kissed it . The blessed telegram told she was coming home . I was to go to London , and wait for her . " I ...
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Page 459 - Either some Caesar or Napoleon will seize the reins of government with a strong hand, or your republic will be as fearfully plundered and laid waste by barbarians in the twentieth century as the Roman Empire was in the fifth, with this difference, that the Huns and Vandals who ravaged the Roman Empire came from without, and that your Huns and Vandals will have been engendered within your own country by your own institutions.
Page 303 - Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Page 316 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 458 - But the time will come when New England will be as thickly peopled as Old England. Wages will be as low, and will fluctuate as much with you as with us. You will have your Manchesters and Birminghams, and in those Manchesters and Birminghams hundreds of thousands of artisans will assuredly be sometimes out of work. Then your institutions will be fairly brought to the test.
Page 264 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on...
Page 440 - Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Page 262 - ... because our shins were kicked. Yonder sit forty cherry-cheeked boys, thinking about home and holidays to-morrow. Yonder sit some threescore old gentlemen pensioners of the Hospital, listening to the prayers and the psalms. You hear them coughing feebly in the twilight, — the old reverend blackgowns. Is Codd Ajax alive? you wonder — the Cistercian lads called these old gentlemen Codds...
Page 262 - I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes: Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Page 458 - Distress everywhere makes the laborer mutinous and discontented, and inclines him to listen with eagerness to agitators who tell him that it is a monstrous iniquity that one man should have a million, while another cannot get a full meal.